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(This is a companion to The Dubcon Bride, and part 2 in it's own series. I will put part 1 of The Dubcon Groom on the comments)

(Seth)

It has been a week since I last sinned. That's a lie. It's been a week since I... pleasured myself in front of Pastor Rebecca. I've been lusting after her all week. Doing that was supposed to shame me into not masturbating until my wedding night. It didn't work, it's all I've thought about. Something is wrong with me.

Rose doesn't know about how the counseling session went. She didn't ask, I didn't tell. Hers have been a mystery to me as well.

"Are you ready, Seth?" Rebecca calls me into her office and I part ways with Rose. "Have a seat ober there."

Slumping into the seat, I look at the floor. How can I admit to lusting after her all week? Yes it's shameful, but it appears that shame isn't enough to stop me from sinning.

"So, Seth," she says, sitting across from me in a tousled blouse and pencil skirt like last time. "Tell me how your week has been. Have you successfully conquered sin?"

"It worked, I haven't pleasured myself all week." Unable to face the shame of it, that's all I tell her.

"Very good," she says, jotting down some notes. "And what about lust? Last time you were here you failed at holding back your lust for me. Did you lust any more after leaving my office?"

(Rebecca)

"Not for Rose," he says, avoiding the question. Still, it's an answer I love hearing. I've taken his thoughts from his fiancee.

"Ah, well that's good," I say. "We won't have to cancel your wedding here at this rate. But what about me?"

"You?" He plays dumb.

"Seth," I scold, putting down my pen and staring at him. "I can't sign off on you being ready for marriage if you can't be honest with me. You know what I mean. Have you had any impure thoughts about me?"

He puts his head in his hands. "Yes." I can tell he's starting to cry.

I walk over to him, my hips close to his head, I place a hand on his shoulder. "Seth, this is all part of getting you ready for marriage. I can see you're ashamed. That's exactly what we want. If we can get you to feel enough shame, you won't sin anymore."

(Seth)

Her hand on my shoulder shouldn't feel as good as it does. It sends shivers down my spine. It awakens the part of me I hoped wouldn't be.

"But the problem..." it's so difficult to admit this part. "The problem is that I've looked forward to this. I wanted this. My body wanted this. It isn't working. I shouldn't want it but I do."

She kneels down in front of me, our faces so close I smell her perfume. "We just didn't do enough. It's going to take more drastic measures than last time if we want you to be shamed enough to stop. Seeing my breasts and you pleasuring yourself won't be enough this time."

My heart sinks. I felt bad enough last time after doing that. I had to do more?

"Don't look so downcast, Seth." Rebecca has me stand. "Let me show you something." She leads me to a locked drawer with a photo album. "These are some of the drastic measures we might have to take."

What I see shocks me. It's pictures of men with Rebecca. Some men are masturbating, others she's spanking, one, Rebecca is wearing some contraption and putting it inside the man. If she hadn't been holding the book I would have dropped it. I know those men, they go to church with me.

"These men needed help too," she says, closing the book. "We're going to keep amping up our sessions until we find something that works for you. Some men end their lust with what we did last week, others need more. You're part of the latter group."

"I thought these stayed confidential," I say, thinking of the faces I had seen in the pictures.

"They are," she says, giving me a serious look. "You won't tell anyone what happens in this session just like you won't mention who was in the pictures. They moved past their sin and gave me permission to show them to other men who needed help. You and I don't need to take pictures or videos unless it comes to that point."

All I can do is nod.

"Now, we should start with the next step," she says, removing her top. "Obviously me being topless didn't work last time, so I'll need to take everything off."

I squeeze my eyes closed in embarrassment, wishing it didn't have to come to this. I was a weak, pathetic man for not being able to overcome sin.

"Take yours off too," she orders, her breasts exposed. Her skirt and panties come off next, and I have to look away. "Look at me. You'll never overcome sin if you fight our sessions, now take your clothes off."

I'm slow to act, unbuttoning my dress shirt. When I take too long, she comes over and starts stripping me, which makes my lust so much worse.

"Seth, this is the one place and one time you can lust." She's kneeling in front of me, pulling my manhood out, it springs out of my pants near her face, causing my face to turn beet red. "If you hold back now, we'll only have to do it again next week. You held back last week, which is why we're doing it now. So stop it. Take control of your sin. Show me what it wants."

It's the only way... Taking a deep breath, I allow my lust to come out. It's the hardest, most shameful feeling. To start, I don't look away from Rebecca. Seeing her down there, near my...

"You like seeing my face by your cock?" she asks, seeing how I've been looking at her. "Do you want to pleasure yourself this time, or would you prefer I use something more intimate?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't feign ignorance," she says, looking upset. "You know what a blowjob is. Lying only makes things worse."

"Y-yes," I say, thinking of her mouth on me.

"That's better," she says, actually taking hold of my cock with her hand. It makes me shiver, my breath catching.

I've only ever touched myself. She's about to put her mouth on me when I can't hold it. It shoots out, landing on her face and inside her open mouth.

(Rebecca)

Having virgin men cum for me when barely touching them is what I live for. Seth looks so embarrassed and ashamed of himself, not just for sinning, but for losing control of his body so fast. This next part will be so much fun.

"What a shame, Seth," I say, swallowing what ended up in my mouth. "We almost got your sin out. It wanted you to have my mouth on it but we couldn't even get that far. Next time. It's a shame we couldn't get it this time. I know something that might help though."

"What's that?" he asks, unable to meet my gaze anymore.

"Bend over the chair." I stand up and lead him to the chair. "This is to train you to dislike sinning." Reaching under the chair, I pull out a riding crop. "You'll be sorry you sinned today."

(Seth)

Without fully comprehending what's coming, I feel the riding croo hit my backside with more force than I thought was possible from the petite woman that is Rebecca. A grunt escapes me from the surprise of it.

"Say you're sorry," she commands, hitting my backside again.

"Ow, I'm sorry!" It hurts so much more than I thought possible. Perhaps it's because of the shame I feel. When I was a kid, I didn't feel remorse like I do now. "I'm sorry!"

*Slap!*

*SLAP!*

*SLAP!*

She doesn't stop until I'm crying. It stings so much and I'm so embarrassed that I can't help but cry.

"That's better," she says when I'm sure my backside is red and raw. "You've been such a bad boy today. You deserved this. You put your sin on me and it wasn't even worth it. You wasted my time."

I'm blubbering. Slumping off the couch, I grovel at her feet. "Please forgive me."

"Good, you remembered," she says, caressing my head. "Now what?"

"Thank you, for helping me try to get rid of my sin." I can barely get the words out through my crying.

"Will you do better next time?"

"I will."

"Good." She holds the riding crop under my chin, making me look up at her with tears blurring my vision. "Now get dressed and leave. I have to pray for forgiveness for myself, and you have to face your fiancee knowing you've failed her."

I leave the office, feeling worse than I've ever felt before. I only hope I can do better next Wednesday.

(this is fictional fantasy)

(This is a companion to The Dubcon Bride, and part 2 in it's own series. I will put part 1 of The Dubcon Groom on the comments)

(Seth)

It has been a week since I last sinned. That's a lie. It's been a week since I... pleasured myself in front of Pastor Rebecca. I've been lusting after her all week. Doing that was supposed to shame me into not masturbating until my wedding night. It didn't work, it's all I've thought about. Something is wrong with me.

Rose doesn't know about how the counseling session went. She didn't ask, I didn't tell. Hers have been a mystery to me as well.

"Are you ready, Seth?" Rebecca calls me into her office and I part ways with Rose. "Have a seat ober there."

Slumping into the seat, I look at the floor. How can I admit to lusting after her all week? Yes it's shameful, but it appears that shame isn't enough to stop me from sinning.

"So, Seth," she says, sitting across from me in a tousled blouse and pencil skirt like last time. "Tell me how your week has been. Have you successfully conquered sin?"

"It worked, I haven't pleasured myself all week." Unable to face the shame of it, that's all I tell her.

"Very good," she says, jotting down some notes. "And what about lust? Last time you were here you failed at holding back your lust for me. Did you lust any more after leaving my office?"

(Rebecca)

"Not for Rose," he says, avoiding the question. Still, it's an answer I love hearing. I've taken his thoughts from his fiancee.

"Ah, well that's good," I say. "We won't have to cancel your wedding here at this rate. But what about me?"

"You?" He plays dumb.

"Seth," I scold, putting down my pen and staring at him. "I can't sign off on you being ready for marriage if you can't be honest with me. You know what I mean. Have you had any impure thoughts about me?"

He puts his head in his hands. "Yes." I can tell he's starting to cry.

I walk over to him, my hips close to his head, I place a hand on his shoulder. "Seth, this is all part of getting you ready for marriage. I can see you're ashamed. That's exactly what we want. If we can get you to feel enough shame, you won't sin anymore."

(Seth)

Her hand on my shoulder shouldn't feel as good as it does. It sends shivers down my spine. It awakens the part of me I hoped wouldn't be.

"But the problem..." it's so difficult to admit this part. "The problem is that I've looked forward to this. I wanted this. My body wanted this. It isn't working. I shouldn't want it but I do."

She kneels down in front of me, our faces so close I smell her perfume. "We just didn't do enough. It's going to take more drastic measures than last time if we want you to be shamed enough to stop. Seeing my breasts and you pleasuring yourself won't be enough this time."

My heart sinks. I felt bad enough last time after doing that. I had to do more?

"Don't look so downcast, Seth." Rebecca has me stand. "Let me show you something." She leads me to a locked drawer with a photo album. "These are some of the drastic measures we might have to take."

What I see shocks me. It's pictures of men with Rebecca. Some men are masturbating, others she's spanking, one, Rebecca is wearing some contraption and putting it inside the man. If she hadn't been holding the book I would have dropped it. I know those men, they go to church with me.

"These men needed help too," she says, closing the book. "We're going to keep amping up our sessions until we find something that works for you. Some men end their lust with what we did last week, others need more. You're part of the latter group."

"I thought these stayed confidential," I say, thinking of the faces I had seen in the pictures.

"They are," she says, giving me a serious look. "You won't tell anyone what happens in this session just like you won't mention who was in the pictures. They moved past their sin and gave me permission to show them to other men who needed help. You and I don't need to take pictures or videos unless it comes to that point."

All I can do is nod.

"Now, we should start with the next step," she says, removing her top. "Obviously me being topless didn't work last time, so I'll need to take everything off."

I squeeze my eyes closed in embarrassment, wishing it didn't have to come to this. I was a weak, pathetic man for not being able to overcome sin.

"Take yours off too," she orders, her breasts exposed. Her skirt and panties come off next, and I have to look away. "Look at me. You'll never overcome sin if you fight our sessions, now take your clothes off."

I'm slow to act, unbuttoning my dress shirt. When I take too long, she comes over and starts stripping me, which makes my lust so much worse.

"Seth, this is the one place and one time you can lust." She's kneeling in front of me, pulling my manhood out, it springs out of my pants near her face, causing my face to turn beet red. "If you hold back now, we'll only have to do it again next week. You held back last week, which is why we're doing it now. So stop it. Take control of your sin. Show me what it wants."

It's the only way... Taking a deep breath, I allow my lust to come out. It's the hardest, most shameful feeling. To start, I don't look away from Rebecca. Seeing her down there, near my...

"You like seeing my face by your cock?" she asks, seeing how I've been looking at her. "Do you want to pleasure yourself this time, or would you prefer I use something more intimate?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't feign ignorance," she says, looking upset. "You know what a blowjob is. Lying only makes things worse."

"Y-yes," I say, thinking of her mouth on me.

"That's better," she says, actually taking hold of my cock with her hand. It makes me shiver, my breath catching.

I've only ever touched myself. She's about to put her mouth on me when I can't hold it. It shoots out, landing on her face and inside her open mouth.

(Rebecca)

Having virgin men cum for me when barely touching them is what I live for. Seth looks so embarrassed and ashamed of himself, not just for sinning, but for losing control of his body so fast. This next part will be so much fun.

"What a shame, Seth," I say, swallowing what ended up in my mouth. "We almost got your sin out. It wanted you to have my mouth on it but we couldn't even get that far. Next time. It's a shame we couldn't get it this time. I know something that might help though."

"What's that?" he asks, unable to meet my gaze anymore.

"Bend over the chair." I stand up and lead him to the chair. "This is to train you to dislike sinning." Reaching under the chair, I pull out a riding crop. "You'll be sorry you sinned today."

(Seth)

Without fully comprehending what's coming, I feel the riding croo hit my backside with more force than I thought was possible from the petite woman that is Rebecca. A grunt escapes me from the surprise of it.

"Say you're sorry," she commands, hitting my backside again.

"Ow, I'm sorry!" It hurts so much more than I thought possible. Perhaps it's because of the shame I feel. When I was a kid, I didn't feel remorse like I do now. "I'm sorry!"

Slap!

SLAP!

SLAP!

She doesn't stop until I'm crying. It stings so much and I'm so embarrassed that I can't help but cry.

"That's better," she says when I'm sure my backside is red and raw. "You've been such a bad boy today. You deserved this. You put your sin on me and it wasn't even worth it. You wasted my time."

I'm blubbering. Slumping off the couch, I grovel at her feet. "Please forgive me."

"Good, you remembered," she says, caressing my head. "Now what?"

"Thank you, for helping me try to get rid of my sin." I can barely get the words out through my crying.

"Will you do better next time?"

"I will."

"Good." She holds the riding crop under my chin, making me look up at her with tears blurring my vision. "Now get dressed and leave. I have to pray for forgiveness for myself, and you have to face your fiancee knowing you've failed her."

I leave the office, feeling worse than I've ever felt before. I only hope I can do better next Wednesday.

(this is fictional fantasy)

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(this is part two of the dubcon bride, I'll post part one in the comments)

(Rose)

I felt dirty. The meeting with Pastor Andrew had been so embarrassing. How could my body have betrayed me like that? It had become aroused when he was inspecting my purity only to find my arousal and make me leave. If I want to have my wedding here, I need to do better.

If I don't have my wedding here, everyone will question why. They'll think it's because I did something wrong or that I wasn't pure enough. I can't let that happen.

My fiance Seth doesn't know what happened. Neither of us spoke of our counseling sessions. They're to remain confidential, a safe space for us to prepare for our future life together.

"Welcome back, Rose," Pastor Andrew greets me, placing a hand on mine in a makeshift handshake. "And Seth, good to see you too. Are you both ready for your sessions?"

We nod and Pastor Andrew takes me to his office and Rebecca takes Seth to hers.

My sundress billows as I sit in a chair across from where Pastor Andrew sat last time.

"Rose," he says, not sitting. "What are you doing?"

"Well I'm," I start, unsure what to say. "I'm sitting for our session."

"We didn't even get through our last session properly." Pastor Andrew points to the layout couch where he tried to inspect me last time. "We don't have time to waste. Are you even prepared like I told you to be?" He sounds aggravated, like he's already done with me. I can't lose this church.

"Yes, of course," I say, standing up and making my way to the couch. "I... shaved." It's hard to even say the words. It's embarrassing to speak of things between my legs.

"Let me see," he says. "Before you lay down, let me see if you did a good enough job for us to continue here. I need to know if you're taking this counseling seriously."

My face reddens. I'm wearing panties. He won't be able to see. Reaching under my dress, I lower my panties. Pastor Andrew stops me.

"You're wearing panties when you know I'm supposed to be inspecting you?" He shakes his head. "It's like you don't even care, Rose."

"No, I do!" I quickly remove them and place them on the couch. "I didn't know I shouldn't wear them. I'm sorry."

"Give them to me." He holds his hand out. "Let this be your punishment for wearing them here."

Not wanting to anger him more, I give them to him.

"Good." He puts them in his pocket. "Now lift your dress so I can see if you shaved enough."

The pit of my stomach drops. I have been dreading this part all week. Closing my eyes unable to face him, I lift my dress.

"Rose, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it." His voice is coming from lower than where he was. He's kneeling in front of me, inspecting hiw I did. "How did you go about shaving?"

"I used-"

"Look at me when you're talking," he says, and I meet his eyes. "Look at this." He points between my legs and my embarrassment grows, tears almost forming in my eyes. "Did you use an electric razor? It's not cleanly shaven. Rose, that's like almost following God's command. Is that a good thing?"

"No," I say, the tears of embarrassment and shame fully formed and falling from my eyes. "I thought that would be-"

"Good enough?" I nod. "Rose, you can't half-heartedly follow God can you?"

I had always looked down on people who did that, and now I had become one of them. "No."

"What do you think I should do with you, Rose?" He lowers my dress, letting me breathe again. "If this were anyone else, I would cancel the wedding."

"No, please!" I take him by the arm when he stands.

"I wasn't done talking, Rose." He pulls away from me.

"I'm sorry," I whimper, no longer trying to stop my tears from falling.

"But this is you, Rose." He places a warm hand on my cheek and wipes at my tears. "You've been in the church your whole life. I've watched you grow. I know you're better than this. You just need more help than I thought you did."

I thought I was better than this. Others always looked up to me, at how Godly and pure I was. Perhaps it was pride that caused this, because my godliness and purity was the thing I was most proud of in my life.

"I can do better, I promise," I say. "Does that mean you're not cancelling the wedding?"

"Don't put words in my mouth, Rose." He looks exasperated, it makes me feel so much worse. "I could cancel this wedding at any moment with your disappointing behavior."

"I'm sorry." It's all I can say, my heart sinking.

"Tell you what," he says, his tone a little lighter. "I'm sure you just didn't shave properly because you didn't know how, so here's what we'll do. Today's session is cancelled. I won't tell Seth if you follow my directions exactly this time. Got it?"

"Yes, yes, I promise."

"Good, now here's what you're going to do." He walks to his desk and pulls out a camera. "You take this." He hands it to me. "You record yourself shaving, with a razor this time, and you give me that camera this Sunday. If I deem that you followed my instructions, I won't cancel next Wednesday. If you don't, then I'll know you aren't taking this serious enough to continue with the wedding."

The pit of my stomach feels weird. This felt wrong, but I couldn't question anything in my position. If I didn't obey and record myself, the wedding was cancelled and everyone would know it was because of me.

"You're dismissed for the day," he says, not even looking at me. "That's two strikes, Rose. Keep that in mind.

He makes me leave his office. Thankfully I have a while before Seth comes out of Rebecca's office because I'm a mess. It crosses my mind to just leave so Seth doesn't see me crying and ask why. By the time he comes out I'm ready. It still feels like my eyes are red, but he doesn't ask any questions. Just drives me home and heads to his house.

The camera sits on the bathtub, waiting for me to use it. That won't happen today. I'm too distraught. I have until Sunday to bring myself to record this. Will I be able to do it?

(this is part two of the dubcon bride, I'll post part one in the comments)

(Rose)

I felt dirty. The meeting with Pastor Andrew had been so embarrassing. How could my body have betrayed me like that? It had become aroused when he was inspecting my purity only to find my arousal and make me leave. If I want to have my wedding here, I need to do better.

If I don't have my wedding here, everyone will question why. They'll think it's because I did something wrong or that I wasn't pure enough. I can't let that happen.

My fiance Seth doesn't know what happened. Neither of us spoke of our counseling sessions. They're to remain confidential, a safe space for us to prepare for our future life together.

"Welcome back, Rose," Pastor Andrew greets me, placing a hand on mine in a makeshift handshake. "And Seth, good to see you too. Are you both ready for your sessions?"

We nod and Pastor Andrew takes me to his office and Rebecca takes Seth to hers.

My sundress billows as I sit in a chair across from where Pastor Andrew sat last time.

"Rose," he says, not sitting. "What are you doing?"

"Well I'm," I start, unsure what to say. "I'm sitting for our session."

"We didn't even get through our last session properly." Pastor Andrew points to the layout couch where he tried to inspect me last time. "We don't have time to waste. Are you even prepared like I told you to be?" He sounds aggravated, like he's already done with me. I can't lose this church.

"Yes, of course," I say, standing up and making my way to the couch. "I... shaved." It's hard to even say the words. It's embarrassing to speak of things between my legs.

"Let me see," he says. "Before you lay down, let me see if you did a good enough job for us to continue here. I need to know if you're taking this counseling seriously."

My face reddens. I'm wearing panties. He won't be able to see. Reaching under my dress, I lower my panties. Pastor Andrew stops me.

"You're wearing panties when you know I'm supposed to be inspecting you?" He shakes his head. "It's like you don't even care, Rose."

"No, I do!" I quickly remove them and place them on the couch. "I didn't know I shouldn't wear them. I'm sorry."

"Give them to me." He holds his hand out. "Let this be your punishment for wearing them here."

Not wanting to anger him more, I give them to him.

"Good." He puts them in his pocket. "Now lift your dress so I can see if you shaved enough."

The pit of my stomach drops. I have been dreading this part all week. Closing my eyes unable to face him, I lift my dress.

"Rose, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it." His voice is coming from lower than where he was. He's kneeling in front of me, inspecting hiw I did. "How did you go about shaving?"

"I used-"

"Look at me when you're talking," he says, and I meet his eyes. "Look at this." He points between my legs and my embarrassment grows, tears almost forming in my eyes. "Did you use an electric razor? It's not cleanly shaven. Rose, that's like almost following God's command. Is that a good thing?"

"No," I say, the tears of embarrassment and shame fully formed and falling from my eyes. "I thought that would be-"

"Good enough?" I nod. "Rose, you can't half-heartedly follow God can you?"

I had always looked down on people who did that, and now I had become one of them. "No."

"What do you think I should do with you, Rose?" He lowers my dress, letting me breathe again. "If this were anyone else, I would cancel the wedding."

"No, please!" I take him by the arm when he stands.

"I wasn't done talking, Rose." He pulls away from me.

"I'm sorry," I whimper, no longer trying to stop my tears from falling.

"But this is you, Rose." He places a warm hand on my cheek and wipes at my tears. "You've been in the church your whole life. I've watched you grow. I know you're better than this. You just need more help than I thought you did."

I thought I was better than this. Others always looked up to me, at how Godly and pure I was. Perhaps it was pride that caused this, because my godliness and purity was the thing I was most proud of in my life.

"I can do better, I promise," I say. "Does that mean you're not cancelling the wedding?"

"Don't put words in my mouth, Rose." He looks exasperated, it makes me feel so much worse. "I could cancel this wedding at any moment with your disappointing behavior."

"I'm sorry." It's all I can say, my heart sinking.

"Tell you what," he says, his tone a little lighter. "I'm sure you just didn't shave properly because you didn't know how, so here's what we'll do. Today's session is cancelled. I won't tell Seth if you follow my directions exactly this time. Got it?"

"Yes, yes, I promise."

"Good, now here's what you're going to do." He walks to his desk and pulls out a camera. "You take this." He hands it to me. "You record yourself shaving, with a razor this time, and you give me that camera this Sunday. If I deem that you followed my instructions, I won't cancel next Wednesday. If you don't, then I'll know you aren't taking this serious enough to continue with the wedding."

The pit of my stomach feels weird. This felt wrong, but I couldn't question anything in my position. If I didn't obey and record myself, the wedding was cancelled and everyone would know it was because of me.

"You're dismissed for the day," he says, not even looking at me. "That's two strikes, Rose. Keep that in mind.

He makes me leave his office. Thankfully I have a while before Seth comes out of Rebecca's office because I'm a mess. It crosses my mind to just leave so Seth doesn't see me crying and ask why. By the time he comes out I'm ready. It still feels like my eyes are red, but he doesn't ask any questions. Just drives me home and heads to his house.

The camera sits on the bathtub, waiting for me to use it. That won't happen today. I'm too distraught. I have until Sunday to bring myself to record this. Will I be able to do it?

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(This is a companion story to The Dubcon Bride. I will post it in the comments)

(Seth)

There are so many things I mess up in life, this can't be one of them. Rose is the best thing to have happened to me and this church means the world to her. If I mess up on our counseling sessions and get our wedding cancelled...

"Are you ready to get started, Seth?" Rebecca asks once we've settled in the other room from Rose and Pastor Andrew. Rebecca is the Pastor's wife and also a co-counselor here.

"Yeah, I'm not really sure what these counselings entail, but sure." I'm nervous, I've only done purity meetings with men's accountability groups, not pre-marriage counseling.

"That's just fine, Seth," Rebecca says, placing a reassuring hand on my knee from where she sits. "Pastor Andrew and I just need to prepare you for marriage if you're to get married in our church. We want to set you and Rose up for success."

(Rebecca)

This boy will be like putty in my hands. He nods, not knowing what I have in store for him. Just like Pastor Andrew is stealing Rose's virtue in the other room, I will take Seth's.

Pastor Andrew found and trained me almost ten years ago. I was a pure a spotless bride for someone else, but ended up giving myself to Pastor Andrew. Now we enjoy taking virtue of couples together. I'm his obedient, slutty, church wife.

"Why don't we start with a few questions," I say, taking a clipboard from a nearby table. "How often do you find yourself having lustful thoughts, Seth?"

If he had a drink in his mouth he would spit it out. "I'm sorry?"

"Lustful thoughts, Seth."

"Well, I..." He can't look at me. "Shouldn't I be answering these questions in a men's accountability group?"

"Why? Does it make you feel more ashamed to tell a woman?" A give him a knowing look when he looks stunned. "That's why, Seth. If men only tell men, they get used to it, it isn't something shameful anymore. Men begin to sin more in their little echo chamber. It becomes less an 'accountability group' and more so a group where men almost encourage one another to sin because they comfort each other and say, 'Its okay, we all do it.'"

He nods, still unable to look at me.

"Look at me, Seth." I tilt his chin to make him. "How often are you having lustful thoughts?"

His face is red, he really is ashamed. It's not everyday I find men who genuinely want to be pure like him. It's beautiful, delicious.

"Ev... everyday." It's hard for him to keep eye contact with me, Pastor Andrew says I have amazing bedroom eyes, and that's exactly what I'm giving Seth right now.

"I see." I let go of his chin and sit back a little. "And how often do you pleasure yourself?"

A look of defeat crosses his face. I can tell it's something he isn't proud of. "I try not to."

"Seth, that isn't an answer," I say. "If you care about your and Rose's purity, you'll answer and be honest. Everything in this room stays between you, me, and God." It's a lie, Pastor Andrew will of course hear every detail when we fuck later.

"I do try not to..." He looks down, wringing his hands together. "It's just so hard not to. I don't know how often. Maybe once a week or every other week."

I give him a tsk, tsk head shake. "We'll need to fix that, for Rose's sake. We can't have you tempted to seduce her or stumble yourself." His tears make me wet, his shame at his sin is what I live for. "Have you had any lustful thoughts today?"

He nods, I'm tired of him copping out.

"Use your words," I say.

"I have." He swallows a lump in his throat.

"Were any about Rose?"

"Yes," he says, forcing the words out.

"Have you ever pleasured yourself to thoughts of Rose?"

"Yes." He closes his eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming out.

"Well, if you two are to be married, we can't have that." I place my hand on his knee again. "You want to save Rose, right? Keep her pure?"

"Of course I do." He almost looks insulted.

"In the relationship, men are the cause of sin." I give him a look like it's him I'm talking about and move my hand away. "Pastor Andrew is teaching Rose on how to avoid tempting you, and it's my job to make sure you don't lust after Rose until your wedding night. Our counseling will work a bit different than theirs." I gesture to the cross on the wall. "Much like Jesus took on all of our sins, I'm going to take on yours."

He looks confused, this is often the hardest part to convince men of until I get them off. After this it's easy.

"We will meet here every Wednesday and get your lust out," I say. "Your confessions and your sin stay in this room, you have no need to worry about that. This will save Rose's purity."

"What will?" Seth looks a different kind of nervous now, he's almost got a grasp on what I'm going to do to him.

"You sin too much for me to allow you to do it on your own," I say. "You need to do it in a safe environment where you will learn, through shame, that it's wrong. Like I said, I will be taking on your sin. Now, how do you usually pleasure yourself?"

"Well, I..." I have to hold his chin to make him look at me again. "It happens when I see inappropriate things, like on a TV show or movie. Then I'll... go relieve myself in the bathroom or my bedroom."

"Do you ever watch these and pleasure yourself?"

"I do."

"That's what I thought." I release his face like I'm disgusted. "Have you had any lustful thoughts about me today?"

He gives me a "please don't ask me that question" look.

"I thought that was the case too," I huff. "A woman can sense these things."

"You can?"

"Of course, Seth. Now here's what we have to do." I unbutton the top few buttons of my blouse. "We have to get it out of your system. Teach you the shame of it. If you do it in front of me, hopefully that's enough. I don't want to do anything more drastic to keep Rose pure. For today, you will pleasure yourself while lusting after me."

(Seth)

"What?" She can't be serious. This has to be wrong. Sinning isn't how you stop from sinning. "I can't do that!"

"It would be too embarrassing and shameful, right?" The way she looks at me, it's like she wants me to sin, but that must be my own lust talking. "That's why we do it. If you do it here, you'll never lust again."

I stand up. "I can't do that to Rose. That's wrong."

"Seth, Seth, calm down." She takes me by my shoulders. "If you leave this room right now I guarantee you will end up sleeping with Rose before your wedding night. Based on everything you told me, you're dooming her to an impure marriage. Do you want that?"

"No, but this can't be how we avoid that." I don't fight her hold on me, she's in a position of authority, she's my pastor. At least, she's my Pastor's wife. Would he know about what happened here?

"Seth, it's the only way. Let me take on your sin." Her hands on me feel... "What happens in these counselings only stays between us and God. Pastor Andrew and Rose won't know. Pastor Andrew knows that sometimes things like this happen, but he won't know if it does between us. Although, it's only confidential if we continue the sessions. If you leave and we have to cancel the wedding here, I'm sure Rose would have to find out that it's because of your sin."

"No," I say before I think. This wedding can't be ruined because of me. She also can't know how often I sin. "Okay, how does it work."

"You tell me, Seth." She unbuttons another one on her shirt and her cleavage goes even deeper. "How much of me do you need to see in order to pleasure yourself?"

Oh, God, I can feel my face flushing and my heart racing. I can't ask this woman to do anything like this. When she unbuttons like that, my body wants more - all of it, but my mind says I shouldn't sin.

"No, that..." I stammer. "That's all, please."

"Does that mean you're already lusting for me and you could pleasure yourself now?" She looks down between my legs, my shame and nerves have kept me from getting... stiff? aroused?

"I'm, um, not yet." I don't even know how this is supposed to work.

"So then you need a little more?" Her bra shows when she unbuttons more. That starts to get me... excited. "Just start pleasuring yourself when you're ready."

"o-okay," I say, fumbling to undo my pants. She hands me a tissue box. "Thanks."

She looks down and smiles. "That's it. Now let it out."

I'm only gently pulling on myself, too embarrassed to do what I usually do.

"Seth, you'll never finish if you don't try," she sighs. "Fine." She removes her top completely, causing my jaw to drop. I had never noticed how curvy Rebecca was until now. "Do I need to remove my bra too?"

"No," I protest, hoping it's true. I don't want to sin anymore than I already am. "I think I can."

"You can look," she says when she notices I'm pleasuring myself while looking at the floor. "That's what they're out for. Unless..." She removes her bra. "Is this what you needed?"

My lust is higher than it's ever been. I'm trying my best to keep it at bay, to not think of the Pastor's wife whil I do this, but she's here, and topless. Her perfect breasts right in front of me. My hand moves faster.

"That's a good boy," she says when I speed up. "Do your videos do other things?" She lifts them up and bounces them a little. My body craves to touch them, suck on them, but I can't, that's so wrong.

My sin shoots out of me onto the floor in front of us, and... some gets on her skirt! I had forgotten the tissue in my lustful frenzy. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh goodness," she says, touching the spot on her skirt. "This won't do when I see Rose and Pastor Andrew after this. Just a moment." She hands me a tissue. "This is your mess, clean me up."

This would be driving me wild if my shame weren't so overwhelming. I feel dirty, like a failure. I should have been better than this. If it weren't for my lustful nature, Rebecca wouldn't have needed to have me do this. I put my manhood away as if that will hide what happened.

Bending over to clean her skirt, I begin to wipe it off. She stops me. "Are you sorry for what you did today? What you did to me?"

"Y-yes." It's like a punch to the stomach.

"When men apologize to God, who you sinned against today too, they grovel." She places a finger on my and pushes down. "Get on your knees and pray for forgiveness.

On my knees, I clean off her skirt and pray to God. She towers over me in her heels, lifting my face to look at her.

"I forgive you," she says. "But this isn't coming out without washing it." She unzips the side of her skirt and pulls it off, my face near her navel, staring at her panties. "I have a change of clothes in the closet there. I would appreciate you getting it for me and thanking me for what I just did for you."

"Thank you," I say, starting to get up to head to the closet.

"That's it?" She stops me from rising. "Thank me for what? Who am I to you?"

The pit of my stomach feels like a bowling ball. I've done so much wrong. Speaking after what I've done is so hard. "Thank you, Pastor Rebecca for taking my sin."

"That's better," she says, allowing me to retrieve her new clothes.

(Rebecca)

My pussy is nearly dripping. The way this boy moves to my every whim, the innocence I steal from him, it's all so intoxicating.

I step into the new skirt. He helps me put on my bra and blouse. He tries to look away and not feel lust while helping me. It isn't working. He's already hard again, I can see the bulge in his pants.

"What a shame, Seth." Placing my hand on the bulge, he tries to step away, my other hand stops him. "Already struggling to lust again?"

"I'm sorry," he cries. "I'm a failure. I don't deserve Rose."

"You don't." I lift his chin again as I gently squeeze his bulge. "Not yet. We'll just have to go to more drastic measures since you can't control yourself. I'll take on your sin again."

We're out of time for the day. I walk him to the door. "Just save your lust for next time."

He nods, trying not to cry.

"And Seth," I say before opening the door. "I would keep our sessions private. If you continue to work with me, you'll be ready by your October wedding. She won't need to know."

He walks out to the hallway to rejoin his fiancee, both of them unable to look at each other. Next Wednesday will be so much fun. Today was just the start.

(this is a fictional fantasy)

​

(Rose)

My body was ready for my future husband, and I had finally found him. A pure and spotless virgin for my fiance, just like Jesus wanted. Seth had asked me to marry him, and I had said yes.

Pastor Andrew sat across from me and Seth as we awaited our verdict for approval. This was the church I grew up in, and this was the one I was determined to get married in. Whatever it took to make it happen here.

"There will of course be counseling sessions for each of you leading up to the ceremony." Pastor Andrew showed us a calendar. "If you're planning on having the wedding in October, we would have to schedule for each of you to have a weekly one on one session leading up to it. This is of course to set you up for success in your future marriage. Would you both agree to this?"

"Yes," I say, a little too quickly. Seth says the same, knowing how much this means to me.

"Great, I'll have Rebecca counsel Seth," Pastor Andrew says, looking at his notes. "And I'll be the one to counsel you each week, Rose. Does that work?"

(Andrew)

She says yes, not knowing what's in store for her. I've had my eye on Rose since she turned eighteen and joined the adult's on Sunday. Such a beautiful woman, fiery red hair, freckles, and her dedication to purity.

"Rebecca," I call into the intercom. "Would you want to do an initial counseling for Seth here?"

She enters, whisking Seth away to her office. We are of like mind. She finds pleasure in the defiling of men's purity the same way I do for women. Seth doesn't stand a chance.

"So, Rose," I say, leaning forward and taking her hands in mine. "I hear you have saved yourself for your future husband, is that true?"

She smiles brightly and nods, so proud of what she's kept from other men. Like water splashing against a mountain, I will slowly errode all of that away from her before October. She will be mine before her wedding night.

"Part of our counseling sessions will be to make sure of that." I give her a comforting look. "Not that I don't believe you when you say you're pure, Rose. This is just protocol. Do you understand?"

She looks hesitant, confused, and wary. She's nervous around me, too nervous to say anything, so she shakes her head.

"If it makes you more comfortable," I say, "you can talk to Rebecca about it. She went through the same counseling you'll be going through. I'm sure she'll have insight from a woman's perspective. Would you like me to interrupt Seth's session?"

(Rose)

"No, no," I say, shaking my head. "I don't want to interrupt them." Any deviation from the schedule could delay my perfect wedding. "It's just, I don't know what checking my purity entails..."

"I'm so sorry," Pastor Andrew says, keeping my hands in his as he leans closer. "It's more of a medical check than anything. You would have to consent to it of course. I would be checking to make sure your hymen is in tact. If you want to have your wedding here, it's just something we have to do..." He pauses, letting go of my hands. "Of course, you don't have to hold the wedding here."

"No, no, please," I say, grabbing his hands. "I want it here. I need it here. This is my church. I would be devastated if it wasn't here. I consent to the medical check."

I've never seen him smile like this before. He squeezes my hands before standing and walking to open a drawer. Blue gloves snap into place on his hands before he walks back to me.

"There's the layout couch over there," he says, pointing. "Let's have you lay down there."

As I walk over to the couch, he stops me. "Oh, and you'll have to remove anything you're wearing under your dress."

My heart sinks. The pit of my stomach feels weird. My body belongs to my husband and God. When he said hymen, I didn't actually know what that was. In my house we never spoke of sexual things other than how to avoid them.

"Are you sure this is okay?" I ask, fidgeting with a button on my shirt. "What exactly are you checking?"

"You poor dear, do you not know what a hymen is?" He continues when I shake my head. "It's inside your vagina. It's like a wall that breaks, proving you're a virgin. If it's still there, then you're a virgin. Unless... do you have something to confess to me?"

"No, I am a virgin." It's almost panic inducing for someone to think I've done sexual things. That would mean I'm ruined, impure, not worth marrying. "I promise."

"Then let's get to checking." He lifts my dress and pulls my panties down and off. "There, I can help. Now lay down."

My heart skips a whole song worth of beats when he pulls my panties off. It's shameful, embarrassing. If I had been quicker to obey he wouldn't have had to do that. It feels shameful because it shouldn't feel the way it does when he pulls them off. I'm supposed to be pure, why does it make me feel tingly and excited between my legs? Will he notice when he checks me?

Laying down, I have to look away as he spreads my legs and lifts my dress. My face flushes read as the man I look up to sees what's between my legs. Only my husband is supposed to see this on our wedding night. Is this staining me? Will I still be pure for him?

I let out a small yip when he touches me down there. My breath quickens and I grip the sides of the chair as he spreads my lips.

I want to speak up and ask how wide he has to spread me because it seems like he's spreading me a lot. But I'm quiet, too embarrassed to say anything. Just short, shallow breaths as I stare at the ceiling and imagine my wedding.

"Rose, I'm disappointed in you." Pastor Andrew lower my dress to look at me but I can't meet his eyes. "Look at me, Rose."

It takes all I have to turn away from the ceiling and look him in the eyes as my womanhood is exposed to him. I still can't speak to ask him why he's disappointed.

"Aren't you going to even ask me why?" He scowls at me and my world shatters.

"W-why?" I barely whisper.

"I'm disappointed because this has turned you on." He shakes his head and it's like a slap to the face.

"B-but, I'm not," I stammer, saying the words before I think.

"Don't lie to me, Rose." He sticks fingers in me and I gasp. "Look at this." He shows me wet fingers.

"I'm... I'm sorry." My face can't get any redder. "I wasn't trying to be."

"And then you lied. How can I let you get married here?" He folds the dress back over my legs. "I didn't even check your hymen. How can you be pure if you get turned on like this? It's a simple medical procedure. You shouldn't get turned on by this... unless. Is it me, Rose? Are you turned on by me?"

"No, I promise!" I lift my dress, spreading my legs. "Please, just check!"

(Andrew)

She's a mess, playing fully into my hands. With her lifting of the dress and spreading of her legs, I know she's mine.

"Maybe next time, Rose." I stand up, looking between her legs one last time before moving the dress to cover her. "I can hardly see down there anyway. Next time shave before coming here."

"So there'll be a next time?" She follows me from the couch to my desk, touching my arm.

"There's always forgiveness, Rose." I remove her hand and hold it in mine. "But I can't let you get married here if you aren't ready. Next time, come clean shaven and don't get turned on by me or the procedure."

"I won't," she says, tearing up. "I promise I won't."

I have her wait in the hall until Rebecca finishes with her beloved. It's hard to wait until next week, but this is the best way to get her the way I want her. This Sunday's sermon will help with that as well.

"See you next Wednesday," I say to her before closing the door. I can't help but smile knowing what's to come.

(this is a fantasy of a cnc scenario)

(companion with the groom posting tomorrow)

(This is a companion story to The Dubcon Bride. I will post it in the comments)

(Seth)

There are so many things I mess up in life, this can't be one of them. Rose is the best thing to have happened to me and this church means the world to her. If I mess up on our counseling sessions and get our wedding cancelled...

"Are you ready to get started, Seth?" Rebecca asks once we've settled in the other room from Rose and Pastor Andrew. Rebecca is the Pastor's wife and also a co-counselor here.

"Yeah, I'm not really sure what these counselings entail, but sure." I'm nervous, I've only done purity meetings with men's accountability groups, not pre-marriage counseling.

"That's just fine, Seth," Rebecca says, placing a reassuring hand on my knee from where she sits. "Pastor Andrew and I just need to prepare you for marriage if you're to get married in our church. We want to set you and Rose up for success."

(Rebecca)

This boy will be like putty in my hands. He nods, not knowing what I have in store for him. Just like Pastor Andrew is stealing Rose's virtue in the other room, I will take Seth's.

Pastor Andrew found and trained me almost ten years ago. I was a pure a spotless bride for someone else, but ended up giving myself to Pastor Andrew. Now we enjoy taking virtue of couples together. I'm his obedient, slutty, church wife.

"Why don't we start with a few questions," I say, taking a clipboard from a nearby table. "How often do you find yourself having lustful thoughts, Seth?"

If he had a drink in his mouth he would spit it out. "I'm sorry?"

"Lustful thoughts, Seth."

"Well, I..." He can't look at me. "Shouldn't I be answering these questions in a men's accountability group?"

"Why? Does it make you feel more ashamed to tell a woman?" A give him a knowing look when he looks stunned. "That's why, Seth. If men only tell men, they get used to it, it isn't something shameful anymore. Men begin to sin more in their little echo chamber. It becomes less an 'accountability group' and more so a group where men almost encourage one another to sin because they comfort each other and say, 'Its okay, we all do it.'"

He nods, still unable to look at me.

"Look at me, Seth." I tilt his chin to make him. "How often are you having lustful thoughts?"

His face is red, he really is ashamed. It's not everyday I find men who genuinely want to be pure like him. It's beautiful, delicious.

"Ev... everyday." It's hard for him to keep eye contact with me, Pastor Andrew says I have amazing bedroom eyes, and that's exactly what I'm giving Seth right now.

"I see." I let go of his chin and sit back a little. "And how often do you pleasure yourself?"

A look of defeat crosses his face. I can tell it's something he isn't proud of. "I try not to."

"Seth, that isn't an answer," I say. "If you care about your and Rose's purity, you'll answer and be honest. Everything in this room stays between you, me, and God." It's a lie, Pastor Andrew will of course hear every detail when we fuck later.

"I do try not to..." He looks down, wringing his hands together. "It's just so hard not to. I don't know how often. Maybe once a week or every other week."

I give him a tsk, tsk head shake. "We'll need to fix that, for Rose's sake. We can't have you tempted to seduce her or stumble yourself." His tears make me wet, his shame at his sin is what I live for. "Have you had any lustful thoughts today?"

He nods, I'm tired of him copping out.

"Use your words," I say.

"I have." He swallows a lump in his throat.

"Were any about Rose?"

"Yes," he says, forcing the words out.

"Have you ever pleasured yourself to thoughts of Rose?"

"Yes." He closes his eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming out.

"Well, if you two are to be married, we can't have that." I place my hand on his knee again. "You want to save Rose, right? Keep her pure?"

"Of course I do." He almost looks insulted.

"In the relationship, men are the cause of sin." I give him a look like it's him I'm talking about and move my hand away. "Pastor Andrew is teaching Rose on how to avoid tempting you, and it's my job to make sure you don't lust after Rose until your wedding night. Our counseling will work a bit different than theirs." I gesture to the cross on the wall. "Much like Jesus took on all of our sins, I'm going to take on yours."

He looks confused, this is often the hardest part to convince men of until I get them off. After this it's easy.

"We will meet here every Wednesday and get your lust out," I say. "Your confessions and your sin stay in this room, you have no need to worry about that. This will save Rose's purity."

"What will?" Seth looks a different kind of nervous now, he's almost got a grasp on what I'm going to do to him.

"You sin too much for me to allow you to do it on your own," I say. "You need to do it in a safe environment where you will learn, through shame, that it's wrong. Like I said, I will be taking on your sin. Now, how do you usually pleasure yourself?"

"Well, I..." I have to hold his chin to make him look at me again. "It happens when I see inappropriate things, like on a TV show or movie. Then I'll... go relieve myself in the bathroom or my bedroom."

"Do you ever watch these and pleasure yourself?"

"I do."

"That's what I thought." I release his face like I'm disgusted. "Have you had any lustful thoughts about me today?"

He gives me a "please don't ask me that question" look.

"I thought that was the case too," I huff. "A woman can sense these things."

"You can?"

"Of course, Seth. Now here's what we have to do." I unbutton the top few buttons of my blouse. "We have to get it out of your system. Teach you the shame of it. If you do it in front of me, hopefully that's enough. I don't want to do anything more drastic to keep Rose pure. For today, you will pleasure yourself while lusting after me."

(Seth)

"What?" She can't be serious. This has to be wrong. Sinning isn't how you stop from sinning. "I can't do that!"

"It would be too embarrassing and shameful, right?" The way she looks at me, it's like she wants me to sin, but that must be my own lust talking. "That's why we do it. If you do it here, you'll never lust again."

I stand up. "I can't do that to Rose. That's wrong."

"Seth, Seth, calm down." She takes me by my shoulders. "If you leave this room right now I guarantee you will end up sleeping with Rose before your wedding night. Based on everything you told me, you're dooming her to an impure marriage. Do you want that?"

"No, but this can't be how we avoid that." I don't fight her hold on me, she's in a position of authority, she's my pastor. At least, she's my Pastor's wife. Would he know about what happened here?

"Seth, it's the only way. Let me take on your sin." Her hands on me feel... "What happens in these counselings only stays between us and God. Pastor Andrew and Rose won't know. Pastor Andrew knows that sometimes things like this happen, but he won't know if it does between us. Although, it's only confidential if we continue the sessions. If you leave and we have to cancel the wedding here, I'm sure Rose would have to find out that it's because of your sin."

"No," I say before I think. This wedding can't be ruined because of me. She also can't know how often I sin. "Okay, how does it work."

"You tell me, Seth." She unbuttons another one on her shirt and her cleavage goes even deeper. "How much of me do you need to see in order to pleasure yourself?"

Oh, God, I can feel my face flushing and my heart racing. I can't ask this woman to do anything like this. When she unbuttons like that, my body wants more - all of it, but my mind says I shouldn't sin.

"No, that..." I stammer. "That's all, please."

"Does that mean you're already lusting for me and you could pleasure yourself now?" She looks down between my legs, my shame and nerves have kept me from getting... stiff? aroused?

"I'm, um, not yet." I don't even know how this is supposed to work.

"So then you need a little more?" Her bra shows when she unbuttons more. That starts to get me... excited. "Just start pleasuring yourself when you're ready."

"o-okay," I say, fumbling to undo my pants. She hands me a tissue box. "Thanks."

She looks down and smiles. "That's it. Now let it out."

I'm only gently pulling on myself, too embarrassed to do what I usually do.

"Seth, you'll never finish if you don't try," she sighs. "Fine." She removes her top completely, causing my jaw to drop. I had never noticed how curvy Rebecca was until now. "Do I need to remove my bra too?"

"No," I protest, hoping it's true. I don't want to sin anymore than I already am. "I think I can."

"You can look," she says when she notices I'm pleasuring myself while looking at the floor. "That's what they're out for. Unless..." She removes her bra. "Is this what you needed?"

My lust is higher than it's ever been. I'm trying my best to keep it at bay, to not think of the Pastor's wife whil I do this, but she's here, and topless. Her perfect breasts right in front of me. My hand moves faster.

"That's a good boy," she says when I speed up. "Do your videos do other things?" She lifts them up and bounces them a little. My body craves to touch them, suck on them, but I can't, that's so wrong.

My sin shoots out of me onto the floor in front of us, and... some gets on her skirt! I had forgotten the tissue in my lustful frenzy. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh goodness," she says, touching the spot on her skirt. "This won't do when I see Rose and Pastor Andrew after this. Just a moment." She hands me a tissue. "This is your mess, clean me up."

This would be driving me wild if my shame weren't so overwhelming. I feel dirty, like a failure. I should have been better than this. If it weren't for my lustful nature, Rebecca wouldn't have needed to have me do this. I put my manhood away as if that will hide what happened.

Bending over to clean her skirt, I begin to wipe it off. She stops me. "Are you sorry for what you did today? What you did to me?"

"Y-yes." It's like a punch to the stomach.

"When men apologize to God, who you sinned against today too, they grovel." She places a finger on my and pushes down. "Get on your knees and pray for forgiveness.

On my knees, I clean off her skirt and pray to God. She towers over me in her heels, lifting my face to look at her.

"I forgive you," she says. "But this isn't coming out without washing it." She unzips the side of her skirt and pulls it off, my face near her navel, staring at her panties. "I have a change of clothes in the closet there. I would appreciate you getting it for me and thanking me for what I just did for you."

"Thank you," I say, starting to get up to head to the closet.

"That's it?" She stops me from rising. "Thank me for what? Who am I to you?"

The pit of my stomach feels like a bowling ball. I've done so much wrong. Speaking after what I've done is so hard. "Thank you, Pastor Rebecca for taking my sin."

"That's better," she says, allowing me to retrieve her new clothes.

(Rebecca)

My pussy is nearly dripping. The way this boy moves to my every whim, the innocence I steal from him, it's all so intoxicating.

I step into the new skirt. He helps me put on my bra and blouse. He tries to look away and not feel lust while helping me. It isn't working. He's already hard again, I can see the bulge in his pants.

"What a shame, Seth." Placing my hand on the bulge, he tries to step away, my other hand stops him. "Already struggling to lust again?"

"I'm sorry," he cries. "I'm a failure. I don't deserve Rose."

"You don't." I lift his chin again as I gently squeeze his bulge. "Not yet. We'll just have to go to more drastic measures since you can't control yourself. I'll take on your sin again."

We're out of time for the day. I walk him to the door. "Just save your lust for next time."

He nods, trying not to cry.

"And Seth," I say before opening the door. "I would keep our sessions private. If you continue to work with me, you'll be ready by your October wedding. She won't need to know."

He walks out to the hallway to rejoin his fiancee, both of them unable to look at each other. Next Wednesday will be so much fun. Today was just the start.

(Rose)

My body was ready for my future husband, and I had finally found him. A pure and spotless virgin for my fiance, just like Jesus wanted. Seth had asked me to marry him, and I had said yes.

Pastor Andrew sat across from me and Seth as we awaited our verdict for approval. This was the church I grew up in, and this was the one I was determined to get married in. Whatever it took to make it happen here.

"There will of course be counseling sessions for each of you leading up to the ceremony." Pastor Andrew showed up a calendar. "If you're planning on having the wedding in October, we would have to schedule for each of you to have a weekly one on one session leading up to it. This is of course to set you up for success in your future marriage. Would you both agree to this?"

"Yes," I say, a little too quickly. Seth says the same, knowing how much this means to me.

"Great, I'll have Rebecca counsel Seth," Pastor Andrew says, looking at his notes. "And I'll be the one to counsel you each week, Rose. Does that work?"

(Andrew)

She says yes, not knowing what's in store for her. I've had my eye on Rose since she turned eighteen and joined the adult's on Sunday. Such a beautiful woman, fiery red hair, freckles, and her dedication to purity.

"Rebecca," I call into the intercom. "Would you want to do an initial counseling for Seth here?"

She enters, whisking Seth away to her office. We are of like mind. She finds pleasure in the defiling of men's purity the same way I do for women. Seth doesn't stand a chance.

"So, Rose," I say, leaning forward and taking her hands in mine. "I hear you have saved yourself for your future husband, is that true?"

She smiles brightly and nods, so proud of what she's kept from other men. Like water splashing against a mountain, I will slowly errode all of that away from her before October. She will be mine before her wedding night.

"Part of our counseling sessions will be to make sure of that." I give her a comforting look. "Not that I don't believe you when you say you're pure, Rose. This is just protocol. Do you understand?"

She looks hesitant, confused, and wary. She's nervous around me, too nervous to say anything, so she shakes her head.

"If it makes you more comfortable," I say, "you can talk to Rebecca about it. She went through the same counseling you'll be going through. I'm sure she'll have insight from a woman's perspective. Would you like me to interrupt Seth's session?"

(Rose)

"No, no," I say, shaking my head. "I don't want to interrupt them." Any deviation from the schedule could delay my perfect wedding. "It's just, I don't know what checking my purity entails..."

"I'm so sorry," Pastor Andrew says, keeping my hands in his as he leans closer. "It's more of a medical check than anything. You would have to consent to it of course. I would be checking to make sure your hymen is in tact. If you want to have your wedding here, it's just something we have to do..." He pauses, letting go of my hands. "Of course, you don't have to hold the wedding here."

"No, no, please," I say, grabbing his hands. "I want it here. I need it here. This is my church. My family's church. I would be devastated if it wasn't here. I consent to the medical check."

I've never seen him smile like this before. He squeezes my hands before standing and walking to open a drawer. Blue gloves snap into place on his hands before he walks back to me.

"There's the layout couch over there," he says, pointing. "Let's have you lay down there."

As I walk over to the couch, he stops me. "Oh, and you'll have to remove anything you're wearing under your dress."

My heart sinks. The pit of my stomach feels weird. My body belongs to my husband and God. When he said hymen, I didn't actually know what that was. In my house we never spoke of sexual things other than how to avoid them.

"Are you sure this is okay?" I ask, fidgeting with a button on my shirt. "What exactly are you checking?"

"You poor dear, do you not know what a hymen is?" He continues when I shake my head. "It's inside your vagina. It's like a wall that breaks, proving you're a virgin. If it's still there, then you're a virgin. Unless... do you have something to confess to me?"

"No, I am a virgin." It's almost panic inducing for someone to think I've done sexual things. That would mean I'm ruined, impure, not worth marrying. "I promise."

"Then let's get to checking." He lifts my dress and pulls my panties down and off. "There, I can help. Now lay down."

My heart skips a whole song worth of beats when he pulls my panties off. It's shameful, embarrassing. If I had been quicker to obey he wouldn't have had to do that. It feels shameful because it shouldn't feel the way it does when he pulls them off. I'm supposed to be pure, why does it make me feel tingly and excited between my legs? Will he notice when he checks me?

Laying down, I have to look away as he spreads my legs and lifts my dress. My face flushes read as the man I look up to sees what's between my legs. Only my husband is supposed to see this on our wedding night. Is this staining me? Will I still be pure for him?

I let out a small yip when he touches me down there. My breath quickens and I grip the sides of the chair as he spreads my lips.

I want to speak up and ask how wide he has to spread me because it seems like he's spreading me a lot. But I'm quiet, too embarrassed to say anything. Just short, shallow breaths as I stare at the ceiling and imagine my wedding.

"Rose, I'm disappointed in you." Pastor Andrew lower my dress to look at me but I can't meet his eyes. "Look at me, Rose."

It takes all I have to turn away from the ceiling and look him in the eyes as my womanhood is exposed to him. I still can't speak to ask him why he's disappointed.

"Aren't you going to even ask me why?" He scowls at me and my world shatters.

"W-why?" I barely whisper.

"I'm disappointed because this has turned you on." He shakes his head and it's like a slap to the face.

"B-but, I'm not," I stammer, saying the words before I think.

"Don't lie to me, Rose." He sticks fingers in me and I gasp. "Look at this." He shows me wet fingers.

"I'm... I'm sorry." My face can't get any redder. "I wasn't trying to be."

"And then you lied. How can I let you get married here?" He folds the dress back over my legs. "I didn't even check your hymen. How can you be pure if you get turned on like this? It's a simple medical procedure. You shouldn't get turned on by this... unless. Is it me, Rose? Are you turned on by me?"

"No, I promise!" I lift my dress, spreading my legs. "Please, just check!"

(Andrew)

She's a mess, playing fully into my hands. With her lifting of the dress and spreading of her legs, I know she's mine.

"Maybe next time, Rose." I stand up, looking between her legs one last time before moving the dress to cover her. "I can hardly see down there anyway. Next time shave before coming here."

"So there'll be a next time?" She follows me from the couch to my desk, touching my arm.

"There's always forgiveness, Rose." I remove her hand and hold it in mine. "But I can't let you get married here if you aren't ready. Next time, come clean shaven and don't get turned on by me or the procedure."

"I won't," she says, tearing up. "I promise I won't."

I have her wait in the hall until Rebecca finishes with her beloved. It's hard to wait until next week, but this is the best way to get her the way I want her. This Sunday's sermon will help with that as well.

"See you next Wednesday," I say to her before closing the door. I can't help but smile knowing what's to come.

(This is a companion story to The Dubcon Bride. I will post it in the comments)

(Seth)

There are so many things I mess up in life, this can't be one of them. Rose is the best thing to have happened to me and this church means the world to her. If I mess up on our counseling sessions and get our wedding cancelled...

"Are you ready to get started, Seth?" Rebecca asks once we've settled in the other room from Rose and Pastor Andrew. Rebecca is the Pastor's wife and also a co-counselor here.

"Yeah, I'm not really sure what these counselings entail, but sure." I'm nervous, I've only done purity meetings with men's accountability groups, not pre-marriage counseling.

"That's just fine, Seth," Rebecca says, placing a reassuring hand on my knee from where she sits. "Pastor Andrew and I just need to prepare you for marriage if you're to get married in our church. We want to set you and Rose up for success."

(Rebecca)

This boy will be like putty in my hands. He nods, not knowing what I have in store for him. Just like Pastor Andrew is stealing Rose's virtue in the other room, I will take Seth's.

Pastor Andrew found and trained me almost ten years ago. I was a pure a spotless bride for someone else, but ended up giving myself to Pastor Andrew. Now we enjoy taking virtue of couples together. I'm his obedient, slutty, church wife.

"Why don't we start with a few questions," I say, taking a clipboard from a nearby table. "How often do you find yourself having lustful thoughts, Seth?"

If he had a drink in his mouth he would spit it out. "I'm sorry?"

"Lustful thoughts, Seth."

"Well, I..." He can't look at me. "Shouldn't I be answering these questions in a men's accountability group?"

"Why? Does it make you feel more ashamed to tell a woman?" A give him a knowing look when he looks stunned. "That's why, Seth. If men only tell men, they get used to it, it isn't something shameful anymore. Men begin to sin more in their little echo chamber. It becomes less an 'accountability group' and more so a group where men almost encourage one another to sin because they comfort each other and say, 'Its okay, we all do it.'"

He nods, still unable to look at me.

"Look at me, Seth." I tilt his chin to make him. "How often are you having lustful thoughts?"

His face is red, he really is ashamed. It's not everyday I find men who genuinely want to be pure like him. It's beautiful, delicious.

"Ev... everyday." It's hard for him to keep eye contact with me, Pastor Andrew says I have amazing bedroom eyes, and that's exactly what I'm giving Seth right now.

"I see." I let go of his chin and sit back a little. "And how often do you pleasure yourself?"

A look of defeat crosses his face. I can tell it's something he isn't proud of. "I try not to."

"Seth, that isn't an answer," I say. "If you care about your and Rose's purity, you'll answer and be honest. Everything in this room stays between you, me, and God." It's a lie, Pastor Andrew will of course hear every detail when we fuck later.

"I do try not to..." He looks down, wringing his hands together. "It's just so hard not to. I don't know how often. Maybe once a week or every other week."

I give him a tsk, tsk head shake. "We'll need to fix that, for Rose's sake. We can't have you tempted to seduce her or stumble yourself." His tears make me wet, his shame at his sin is what I live for. "Have you had any lustful thoughts today?"

He nods, I'm tired of him copping out.

"Use your words," I say.

"I have." He swallows a lump in his throat.

"Were any about Rose?"

"Yes," he says, forcing the words out.

"Have you ever pleasured yourself to thoughts of Rose?"

"Yes." He closes his eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming out.

"Well, if you two are to be married, we can't have that." I place my hand on his knee again. "You want to save Rose, right? Keep her pure?"

"Of course I do." He almost looks insulted.

"In the relationship, men are the cause of sin." I give him a look like it's him I'm talking about and move my hand away. "Pastor Andrew is teaching Rose on how to avoid tempting you, and it's my job to make sure you don't lust after Rose until your wedding night. Our counseling will work a bit different than theirs." I gesture to the cross on the wall. "Much like Jesus took on all of our sins, I'm going to take on yours."

He looks confused, this is often the hardest part to convince men of until I get them off. After this it's easy.

"We will meet here every Wednesday and get your lust out," I say. "Your confessions and your sin stay in this room, you have no need to worry about that. This will save Rose's purity."

"What will?" Seth looks a different kind of nervous now, he's almost got a grasp on what I'm going to do to him.

"You sin too much for me to allow you to do it on your own," I say. "You need to do it in a safe environment where you will learn, through shame, that it's wrong. Like I said, I will be taking on your sin. Now, how do you usually pleasure yourself?"

"Well, I..." I have to hold his chin to make him look at me again. "It happens when I see inappropriate things, like on a TV show or movie. Then I'll... go relieve myself in the bathroom or my bedroom."

"Do you ever watch these and pleasure yourself?"

"I do."

"That's what I thought." I release his face like I'm disgusted. "Have you had any lustful thoughts about me today?"

He gives me a "please don't ask me that question" look.

"I thought that was the case too," I huff. "A woman can sense these things."

"You can?"

"Of course, Seth. Now here's what we have to do." I unbutton the top few buttons of my blouse. "We have to get it out of your system. Teach you the shame of it. If you do it in front of me, hopefully that's enough. I don't want to do anything more drastic to keep Rose pure. For today, you will pleasure yourself while lusting after me."

(Seth)

"What?" She can't be serious. This has to be wrong. Sinning isn't how you stop from sinning. "I can't do that!"

"It would be too embarrassing and shameful, right?" The way she looks at me, it's like she wants me to sin, but that must be my own lust talking. "That's why we do it. If you do it here, you'll never lust again."

I stand up. "I can't do that to Rose. That's wrong."

"Seth, Seth, calm down." She takes me by my shoulders. "If you leave this room right now I guarantee you will end up sleeping with Rose before your wedding night. Based on everything you told me, you're dooming her to an impure marriage. Do you want that?"

"No, but this can't be how we avoid that." I don't fight her hold on me, she's in a position of authority, she's my pastor. At least, she's my Pastor's wife. Would he know about what happened here?

"Seth, it's the only way. Let me take on your sin." Her hands on me feel... "What happens in these counselings only stays between us and God. Pastor Andrew and Rose won't know. Pastor Andrew knows that sometimes things like this happen, but he won't know if it does between us. Although, it's only confidential if we continue the sessions. If you leave and we have to cancel the wedding here, I'm sure Rose would have to find out that it's because of your sin."

"No," I say before I think. This wedding can't be ruined because of me. She also can't know how often I sin. "Okay, how does it work."

"You tell me, Seth." She unbuttons another one on her shirt and her cleavage goes even deeper. "How much of me do you need to see in order to pleasure yourself?"

Oh, God, I can feel my face flushing and my heart racing. I can't ask this woman to do anything like this. When she unbuttons like that, my body wants more - all of it, but my mind says I shouldn't sin.

"No, that..." I stammer. "That's all, please."

"Does that mean you're already lusting for me and you could pleasure yourself now?" She looks down between my legs, my shame and nerves have kept me from getting... stiff? aroused?

"I'm, um, not yet." I don't even know how this is supposed to work.

"So then you need a little more?" Her bra shows when she unbuttons more. That starts to get me... excited. "Just start pleasuring yourself when you're ready."

"o-okay," I say, fumbling to undo my pants. She hands me a tissue box. "Thanks."

She looks down and smiles. "That's it. Now let it out."

I'm only gently pulling on myself, too embarrassed to do what I usually do.

"Seth, you'll never finish if you don't try," she sighs. "Fine." She removes her top completely, causing my jaw to drop. I had never noticed how curvy Rebecca was until now. "Do I need to remove my bra too?"

"No," I protest, hoping it's true. I don't want to sin anymore than I already am. "I think I can."

"You can look," she says when she notices I'm pleasuring myself while looking at the floor. "That's what they're out for. Unless..." She removes her bra. "Is this what you needed?"

My lust is higher than it's ever been. I'm trying my best to keep it at bay, to not think of the Pastor's wife whil I do this, but she's here, and topless. Her perfect breasts right in front of me. My hand moves faster.

"That's a good boy," she says when I speed up. "Do your videos do other things?" She lifts them up and bounces them a little. My body craves to touch them, suck on them, but I can't, that's so wrong.

My sin shoots out of me onto the floor in front of us, and... some gets on her skirt! I had forgotten the tissue in my lustful frenzy. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh goodness," she says, touching the spot on her skirt. "This won't do when I see Rose and Pastor Andrew after this. Just a moment." She hands me a tissue. "This is your mess, clean me up."

This would be driving me wild if my shame weren't so overwhelming. I feel dirty, like a failure. I should have been better than this. If it weren't for my lustful nature, Rebecca wouldn't have needed to have me do this. I put my manhood away as if that will hide what happened.

Bending over to clean her skirt, I begin to wipe it off. She stops me. "Are you sorry for what you did today? What you did to me?"

"Y-yes." It's like a punch to the stomach.

"When men apologize to God, who you sinned against today too, they grovel." She places a finger on my and pushes down. "Get on your knees and pray for forgiveness.

On my knees, I clean off her skirt and pray to God. She towers over me in her heels, lifting my face to look at her.

"I forgive you," she says. "But this isn't coming out without washing it." She unzips the side of her skirt and pulls it off, my face near her navel, staring at her panties. "I have a change of clothes in the closet there. I would appreciate you getting it for me and thanking me for what I just did for you."

"Thank you," I say, starting to get up to head to the closet.

"That's it?" She stops me from rising. "Thank me for what? Who am I to you?"

The pit of my stomach feels like a bowling ball. I've done so much wrong. Speaking after what I've done is so hard. "Thank you, Pastor Rebecca for taking my sin."

"That's better," she says, allowing me to retrieve her new clothes.

(Rebecca)

My pussy is nearly dripping. The way this boy moves to my every whim, the innocence I steal from him, it's all so intoxicating.

I step into the new skirt. He helps me put on my bra and blouse. He tries to look away and not feel lust while helping me. It isn't working. He's already hard again, I can see the bulge in his pants.

"What a shame, Seth." Placing my hand on the bulge, he tries to step away, my other hand stops him. "Already struggling to lust again?"

"I'm sorry," he cries. "I'm a failure. I don't deserve Rose."

"You don't." I lift his chin again as I gently squeeze his bulge. "Not yet. We'll just have to go to more drastic measures since you can't control yourself. I'll take on your sin again."

We're out of time for the day. I walk him to the door. "Just save your lust for next time."

He nods, trying not to cry.

"And Seth," I say before opening the door. "I would keep our sessions private. If you continue to work with me, you'll be ready by your October wedding. She won't need to know."

He walks out to the hallway to rejoin his fiancee, both of them unable to look at each other. Next Wednesday will be so much fun. Today was just the start.

(Rose)

My body was ready for my future husband, and I had finally found him. A pure and spotless virgin for my fiance, just like Jesus wanted. Seth had asked me to marry him, and I had said yes.

Pastor Andrew sat across from me and Seth as we awaited our verdict for approval. This was the church I grew up in, and this was the one I was determined to get married in. Whatever it took to make it happen here.

"There will of course be counseling sessions for each of you leading up to the ceremony." Pastor Andrew showed up a calendar. "If you're planning on having the wedding in October, we would have to schedule for each of you to have a weekly one on one session leading up to it. This is of course to set you up for success in your future marriage. Would you both agree to this?"

"Yes," I say, a little too quickly. Seth says the same, knowing how much this means to me.

"Great, I'll have Rebecca counsel Seth," Pastor Andrew says, looking at his notes. "And I'll be the one to counsel you each week, Rose. Does that work?"

(Andrew)

She says yes, not knowing what's in store for her. I've had my eye on Rose since she turned eighteen and joined the adult's on Sunday. Such a beautiful woman, fiery red hair, freckles, and her dedication to purity.

"Rebecca," I call into the intercom. "Would you want to do an initial counseling for Seth here?"

She enters, whisking Seth away to her office. We are of like mind. She finds pleasure in the defiling of men's purity the same way I do for women. Seth doesn't stand a chance.

"So, Rose," I say, leaning forward and taking her hands in mine. "I hear you have saved yourself for your future husband, is that true?"

She smiles brightly and nods, so proud of what she's kept from other men. Like water splashing against a mountain, I will slowly errode all of that away from her before October. She will be mine before her wedding night.

"Part of our counseling sessions will be to make sure of that." I give her a comforting look. "Not that I don't believe you when you say you're pure, Rose. This is just protocol. Do you understand?"

She looks hesitant, confused, and wary. She's nervous around me, too nervous to say anything, so she shakes her head.

"If it makes you more comfortable," I say, "you can talk to Rebecca about it. She went through the same counseling you'll be going through. I'm sure she'll have insight from a woman's perspective. Would you like me to interrupt Seth's session?"

(Rose)

"No, no," I say, shaking my head. "I don't want to interrupt them." Any deviation from the schedule could delay my perfect wedding. "It's just, I don't know what checking my purity entails..."

"I'm so sorry," Pastor Andrew says, keeping my hands in his as he leans closer. "It's more of a medical check than anything. You would have to consent to it of course. I would be checking to make sure your hymen is in tact. If you want to have your wedding here, it's just something we have to do..." He pauses, letting go of my hands. "Of course, you don't have to hold the wedding here."

"No, no, please," I say, grabbing his hands. "I want it here. I need it here. This is my church. My family's church. I would be devastated if it wasn't here. I consent to the medical check."

I've never seen him smile like this before. He squeezes my hands before standing and walking to open a drawer. Blue gloves snap into place on his hands before he walks back to me.

"There's the layout couch over there," he says, pointing. "Let's have you lay down there."

As I walk over to the couch, he stops me. "Oh, and you'll have to remove anything you're wearing under your dress."

My heart sinks. The pit of my stomach feels weird. My body belongs to my husband and God. When he said hymen, I didn't actually know what that was. In my house we never spoke of sexual things other than how to avoid them.

"Are you sure this is okay?" I ask, fidgeting with a button on my shirt. "What exactly are you checking?"

"You poor dear, do you not know what a hymen is?" He continues when I shake my head. "It's inside your vagina. It's like a wall that breaks, proving you're a virgin. If it's still there, then you're a virgin. Unless... do you have something to confess to me?"

"No, I am a virgin." It's almost panic inducing for someone to think I've done sexual things. That would mean I'm ruined, impure, not worth marrying. "I promise."

"Then let's get to checking." He lifts my dress and pulls my panties down and off. "There, I can help. Now lay down."

My heart skips a whole song worth of beats when he pulls my panties off. It's shameful, embarrassing. If I had been quicker to obey he wouldn't have had to do that. It feels shameful because it shouldn't feel the way it does when he pulls them off. I'm supposed to be pure, why does it make me feel tingly and excited between my legs? Will he notice when he checks me?

Laying down, I have to look away as he spreads my legs and lifts my dress. My face flushes read as the man I look up to sees what's between my legs. Only my husband is supposed to see this on our wedding night. Is this staining me? Will I still be pure for him?

I let out a small yip when he touches me down there. My breath quickens and I grip the sides of the chair as he spreads my lips.

I want to speak up and ask how wide he has to spread me because it seems like he's spreading me a lot. But I'm quiet, too embarrassed to say anything. Just short, shallow breaths as I stare at the ceiling and imagine my wedding.

"Rose, I'm disappointed in you." Pastor Andrew lower my dress to look at me but I can't meet his eyes. "Look at me, Rose."

It takes all I have to turn away from the ceiling and look him in the eyes as my womanhood is exposed to him. I still can't speak to ask him why he's disappointed.

"Aren't you going to even ask me why?" He scowls at me and my world shatters.

"W-why?" I barely whisper.

"I'm disappointed because this has turned you on." He shakes his head and it's like a slap to the face.

"B-but, I'm not," I stammer, saying the words before I think.

"Don't lie to me, Rose." He sticks fingers in me and I gasp. "Look at this." He shows me wet fingers.

"I'm... I'm sorry." My face can't get any redder. "I wasn't trying to be."

"And then you lied. How can I let you get married here?" He folds the dress back over my legs. "I didn't even check your hymen. How can you be pure if you get turned on like this? It's a simple medical procedure. You shouldn't get turned on by this... unless. Is it me, Rose? Are you turned on by me?"

"No, I promise!" I lift my dress, spreading my legs. "Please, just check!"

(Andrew)

She's a mess, playing fully into my hands. With her lifting of the dress and spreading of her legs, I know she's mine.

"Maybe next time, Rose." I stand up, looking between her legs one last time before moving the dress to cover her. "I can hardly see down there anyway. Next time shave before coming here."

"So there'll be a next time?" She follows me from the couch to my desk, touching my arm.

"There's always forgiveness, Rose." I remove her hand and hold it in mine. "But I can't let you get married here if you aren't ready. Next time, come clean shaven and don't get turned on by me or the procedure."

"I won't," she says, tearing up. "I promise I won't."

I have her wait in the hall until Rebecca finishes with her beloved. It's hard to wait until next week, but this is the best way to get her the way I want her. This Sunday's sermon will help with that as well.

"See you next Wednesday," I say to her before closing the door. I can't help but smile knowing what's to come.

The door to your new life opens to reveal a middle aged woman, a teenage boy, and myself ready for you to join our family. Your social worker holds your hand as you both cross the threshold, it can be intimidating when you get to your first foster home.

The house looks exactly like all those picturesque ones you've seen on TV and movies. We welcome you with warm smiles and a small stuffed animal.

"We thought you would appreciate a new toy for your new home," I say, offering it to you.

After you feel comfortable and the social worker leaves, what follows can only be described as the perfect day. We laugh, share a wonderful meal, and even a storytime before bed. And it's not even a shared bedroom.

Your dreams here are weird though. In the middle of the night, you look down at your legs to see the silhouette of a man. "Shhh, you're dreaming," he says, placing his hand on your leg - your bare leg. You had gone to bed with clothes, now your bottom half was naked, and his hands caress you.

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